The Player and the Single Mom

I nodded. “I used it when I filled out the information when we booked the trip. I had to. It’s on my driver’s license. Unfortunately.”

Cash looked dumbfounded, which was the usual reaction to anyone hearing my full given name. But then he said, “That’s beautiful. Like honestly, really beautiful. Serafima.”

Why did the way he said that, wrung out with his slow Southern drawl, his voice low and seductive, make me want to crawl onto his lap and ride him hard and fast?

We couldn’t get to Mexico fast enough.

Once we landed,I was distracted by everything I saw. The blue sky, the blinding sunshine, the white beaches. The ocean.

“This is amazing,” I said for the seventy-fifth time after Cash had checked us in at the hotel and I had been handed a fruity drink. We were on the path to our casita, whatever that meant specifically. I didn’t know, but it sounded posh and private and I was all about it. “It’s so peaceful here. Where are all the kids?” I had never been anywhere this quiet in ten plus years.

“This is adults only.”

I stopped on the path. “Wait. Like swingers? I’m not here for that.” I would have a heart attack. I was already worried about one man seeing me naked. I couldn't handle group activities.

Cash laughed. “No. It just means everyone is here to enjoy the resort without children present.” He took the drink out of my hand and set it down on a bench that lined the path. “Just so you know, I have no desire or intention to share you. I want you all to myself.”

“You won’t even share me with a cocktail?” I asked, not sure why he’d set my drink down.

“Nope. This is our suite. And I have a promise to keep.”

We didn’t have our luggage with us. Apparently, in resorts, as opposed to the Motel Six, they brought it to your room for you. I had even left my winter coat with the staff so I was unencumbered aside from my phone. Cash had already told the bellman to wait an hour before bringing the bags to us. Did rich people not get embarrassed? The bellman had to know why we wanted a delay. Or maybe he didn’t care. I mean, everyone at the resort had to be having sex, right? Why else would they be there besides the snorkeling?

Maybe people napped after traveling and that’s what the bellman thought.

Or maybe it didn’t matter one damn bit what the bellman was thinking.

I was losing it.

But at least I kept my spiraling thoughts to myself.

Cash opened the door to our room and gestured for me to go inside. I did, setting my purse down on a console table and then turning to take in a massive suite with gorgeous views of the ocean. “Cash, oh my God, this is—”

My words were cut off by him spinning me around and giving me a hard, demanding kiss. Whoa. It was like a jolt of electricity through my body. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back, swept up in his passion. Cash lifted me off the ground by squeezing my ass and picking me off the floor. Before I could even think, he walked me to the nearest wall, and my back collided with it.

It didn’t hurt, but it was still a hard enough contact, startling me, that I gasped. The stucco was cool, my skin hot. Cash undid his zipper as he kissed me. I could hear the zipper, hear the tearing of a condom package even over the buzzing in my ears of my own desire. I closed my eyes when his tongue teased between my lips. Chemistry between us was easy, explosive. When he kissed me, I felt it everywhere, deep in my core, in my tight nipples.

Cash raised my arms over my head, pinning me against the wall further. He was holding both my wrists clasped together with his one strong grip and I stared at him, breathing hard, the simple act of him controlling me making my pussy ache with desire. He had an intensity that was sexy as hell and I waited, torn between impatience and wanting to savor the thrill of what we were doing.

He trailed his free hand down my arm, over my shoulder, down the neckline of my sundress. Goosebumps followed in his wake.

I shivered, giving a soft moan, wanting more. So much more.

“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” he said.

There was no time to answer him. Cash lifted my leg, resting it on his hip.

Then he was there, no hesitation. No teasing. Just a whole lot of hard cock thrusting deep inside me.

I let out a cry of shock and pleasure. The angle, the power of his thighs, the tight grip of his hand on my wrists… I could barely breathe. He rested inside me for a brief second, swearing.

“You are so tight,” he said, his voice sounding strained. “Damn, Sera…”

I couldn’t even speak, I was so close to shattering just from having that much hard cock. I felt him everywhere.

When he started moving, he clearly remembered our conversation on New Year’s Eve. He followed it to the letter, pounding into me, my back slamming against the wall, short hard gasps being knocked out of me with each powerful thrust.

The sensation was so heady, so overwhelming, and I shattered so completely that it felt like I might never be the same again. Nothing comprehensible came out of my mouth, just short cries of pleasure that I meant to be words, but weren’t.

Cash’s brown eyes bore into me, the corner of his mouth turning up as he realized what he had done to me. I squeezed my inner muscles and had the satisfaction of watching his expression change. He gritted his teeth and swore as he found his own release.

I wasn’t the only one who needed that.